Mercy Killing

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You can find me in the club where the huns atMuthafuck that trucker hat hug-rapI know who I am, who I be, who I always wasNot a rapper that would dis another just to start a buzzYou should know that, just let the beef go awayHow many weathermen do I have to slayEl-P give that mouth a restGo and get yourself in shape give that couch a restI sent you a demo in 94 with straight original shitNo scientifical shitAnd you cats talk about it like it's still in your whipIf you're large as you say, why you still sweating Shay?Pissed cuz I reminisce about boom-bapYou just made cuz you make your money off nerd-rapAnd can never change that, the fact you make soft shitEmbarassed so you gotta remind us about the profitSorry that I study from the blueprintAnd don't associate with your nerd-rap movement"Independently I sold" man, get over yourselfEvery interview I read it's like your blowing yourselfPutting doe on your shelf? Stop hoeing yourselfYou're a herb, look at you, you know it yourself!I showed you love from day one and I kept onBut now you upset because your boys got stepped onIf you were as smart as you claim to beAnd had beef muthafucker you should've came to meBut no, write a dis, hope you won't get caughtCuz you know I never peep shit from Gaysop RockListen, I liked Funcrusher that was thatBut then you heard Dr Octagon and never looked back"Blue Flowwwers" Allow me flex my true powersAnd send this fucking hobbit back to the two towersNo I'm not stopping yetBars of Death ain't done it ain't dropping yetI got jokes about your face believe meBut dissing you because of your looks is too easyYou can't help that you a Keebler elf, "Mr Be Yourself"You should see yourselfI saw that DVD man I can't understandWhy you find it so hard to shake a fan's handThese are the cats that love you when you do shitAnd actually think the stuff you make is musicBut this is hip-hop kid don't confuse itWith herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit"Bitching about doing a show for short change is fineBut taping it is assinineThen releasing it? That's an ego tripGet off your own dick, that's some ego shit (fuck outta here)Revolution ain't them beats you recordSounding like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboardYou ain't different, you just can't work your equipmentNow don't come back with that run-on sentence rapSpit it slow, so I can understand you, yoWent from Co-Flow to no flow, rushing your rhymes

No punchlines, just a bunch of punched in linesBed-wetter, you as hip-hop as Eddie VetterIf you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweaterThat look is priceless!Now who's the muthafucker with the identity crisis?

You ain't mad at me dog, you mad at what you've become

(part 2)

Banned from New York? Muthafucka don't sleepI got a freak in each borough, I was there last weekYou cancelling shows in Boston, acting shookSay you from Harlem, telling me to come to Red HookYou wanna rep Brooklyn? Ain't no Biggie in youFat sloppy fuck sound like Winnie the PoohPlus dwelling on this beef is a bad decisionThe only fight you ever had is with your own metabolismMaking them mixtapes, mainstream coverbandWannabe G-Unit but sold like 3 units? Damn!Baby Huey talks like he had a strokeI remember when he told me "Be Alert" was sooo dopeYou was a fan home soaking the bedSee when I was eating rappers you was eating loaves of breadA big oaf with dreads and a clammy handshakeNow you making records that even your fans hateI'll treat you like a Taun-Taun, and slash your fleshAnd give New York's homeless a place to restIt ain't about the Weathermen, it's whether or not your menWhether or not your femme, Vast drop and gimme 10Know your limits, Grimace, you can't finishAll out of shape fishing for beef but out of baitSherman Klump's in a writing slump no lieNutty Proffessor, minus the sweater and bow tieCome take my lotto? Man, that's a wasteWith that tape, all you really robbing is your fan baseYou be claiming you a man but got big saggy titsCoppin all your sweaters from a store for fat chicks"If this was 86" man if this was 86You'd be sitting in baby shit, crying for some cake and shit"Vast is deep!" You kids don't understandAnyone can sound deep to an overzealous fanSo protect that neck Shrek, before I strike againYou and El-P = Lenny and George from Mice & MenThe shit is getting old but the beef is funIt's like, 5 on 1 I got you fuckers on the runSo get your facts straight, stop running your mouthsI keep this mic with me, dog come and get me